Paroles officielles de la chanson «Smooth Sailin» : Roscoe

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Smooth Sailin"

Now I'm so high, and I'm so flyMy kids on deck, and my beard ain't grow yetI'm so on point; I'm so on oneThis is how we do here in philaphorniaYoung scoe Mack, toe backThe one ya'll love to blow backI'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddleBy the only one showing is the one in the middleHey diddle diddle, the cat and the dogGoing at it over kittle out in the back yardI drink yak hard, ya'll ack hardNow I gotta touch up like a Mack cardEverybody packing a strap or sparkBut don't everybody wanna strap or spawlI'm ol' school with it, no tool with itHead up til we feed up that's allSmooth sailin'

You know you got me movingI'll know you feel my musicI'll show my gs in fluids, All I do is spits fluidsI'm rolling, dipping, smashingI'm throwing young assassinI'm growing up will fast andAll I know is flow and rappin'They call me young roscoe the Philly fanaticSilly sporadic, dippin in traffic, grippin the maticSharp as a guillotine, still a teenThe California sun just beaming as I leanPull out my cigarettes feigning for nicotineStraight of the Philly scene, Made for the silver screenAnd I beam, my foot on the gasolineTell me I ain't the fliest M.C's you seenAnd it's all smooth sailin'

Y. A. I BlazeStep to us you get five daysI got four homies ain't none of them simpleScold dizzle, known to make the microphone sizzleToo many women after the MackI'm ma just kick one (What's Up)We smash in my momma 'lacAccurate with a maculate bash, The cake masherDef Jeff let me borrow the keysThe great masterYoung and I'm buck wild label as a luck childRunning them up wild laying hell of cuts nowI get the clubs shut down with this thug styleI puff clouds and touch crowds what nowSick rhymes strict nines running thru my bloodlinePedal to the metal with one time behind (Yeah)My head spinning like a windmillRollin down the 101 counting dead bugs on my windshieldSmooth Sailin'